Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Evaline:

The words made something inside me recoil.

But I stayed silent, still, unmoving. Because reacting would only feed him, and I refused to give him that. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He reached for the lunch box then and opened it slowly.

The faint smell of food reached me, making my stomach clench painfully in response.

I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until that moment. Or maybe I had and just refused to acknowledge it.

He pulled out a sandwich. It looked simple, ordinary, something that belonged in a normal life. A life that felt impossibly far away now.

Then, he brought it closer to my lips.

"Eat," he said.

My first instinct was immediate. I wanted to turn my head away and refuse.

I would rather starve, rather let my body give out completely than accept anything from him.

Especially like this.

But then, reality hit me hard. My body was weak, drained, and barely holding on. The silver, the drugs, and the cold - everything was already working against me.

And if I didn’t eat, if I didn’t gather whatever strength I could, I wouldn’t last. I wouldn’t get a chance to escape and get back to my family.

My throat tightened.

This wasn’t just about pride. It was about survival. So slowly, reluctantly, I opened my mouth... and took a bite.

The moment felt wrong. So wrong it made something inside me ache. Like I had just lost something important, something I couldn’t name.

I chewed slowly, mechanically, refusing to look at him. Refusing to acknowledge the way he watched me.

Or the way he seemed... satisfied.

I didn’t stop.

Even when every instinct inside me told me to. Even when each bite felt like swallowing something far heavier than food.

I forced each mouthful down my throat despite the tightness in my chest, despite the way my stomach twisted in protest - not from hunger, but from everything else.

From him.

From this.

From what it meant.

By the time I was done, my body felt a little less hollow... but my mind felt worse. Because survival had a cost.

And I was paying it.

Damian didn’t say anything while I ate. He just watched, quietly and patiently. Like he was studying me, learning me all over again.

Once I finished the second sandwich, he reached for the water bottle and twisted it open before bringing it up to my lips.

I hesitated for just a second. But then drank.

The moment the water touched my tongue, I realized just how thirsty I had been.

My throat burned as I swallowed, my body almost desperate for more as I took a few hurried sips before forcing myself to slow down.

I didn’t even notice how quickly I was drinking until he pulled the bottle back slightly.

I exhaled softly, my lips parting as I drew in a shaky breath. And that’s when the thought hit me.

What if... he had drugged the food, or the water?

My stomach dropped. I curled my fingers slightly as unease settled deep in my chest.

He had drugged me before. More than once. What was stopping him from doing it again?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

And if he had slipped something into what I just consumed, then I was realky done.

My body stilled, and every sense sharpened as I waited. Watched. Listened - for any sign, any shift, any hint that something was wrong.

That the darkness would come rushing back again. That I would lose control, lose time, lose another chance to plan my escape.

Seconds passed. Then more. And I finally realized he hadn’t drugged the food or the water.

Slowly, I felt the tight knot in my chest loosen. And a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding slipped out of me.

I was still awake, still aware, still here.

But what I failed to notice was how Damian had been watching me. He let out a low, knowing soft chuckle.

And the sound made my stomach twist again.

"You can relax," he said casually. "I didn’t drug your food."

My heart skipped.

"I wanted you conscious," he continued, his tone almost... amused. "We need to talk."

That caught my attention immediately. Despite myself. Despite everything. Because talking meant time.

And time meant opportunity.

I shifted slightly, ignoring the protest of my body as I turned my focus fully toward him.

"About what?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended... but steady.

If he wanted to talk, I would let him. I would listen. And I would learn.

Because every word he spoke could be useful. Every piece of information could turn out to be a weapon against him, or a way out.

He watched me for a moment, as if measuring something. Then, his expression changed. The amusement faded and got replaced by something more serious, more focused.

"What did you do with it?" he asked.

A small frown tugged at my brows as I asked, "With what?"

His gaze sharpened as he spoke, "The ancient soul."

My entire body went still. I felt cold, but not from the ground beneath me, nor from the air.

But from those words.

Ancient soul.

There was only one thing he could mean. Only one thing those words could possibly point to.

My heart began to pound again, faster, louder, more frantic.

The Great Evil.

A wave of shock crashed over me, followed immediately by fear. Because this - this wasn’t something he should know.

This wasn’t something anyone should know.

That secret, it wasn’t just dangerous, it was catastrophic when fallen into wrong hands.

And here Damian was - sitting here, looking straight at me, and... asking about it like he already had pieces of the truth.

"What have you and those Alphas done to it?" he continued. His voice sounded calm... but there was an edge beneath it now. "Or did you destroy it?"

My breath hitched.

No.

No, this wasn’t happening.

How could he-

Who told him-

Or worse-

How much did he already know?

My mind raced, trying to make sense of it, trying to find a way to respond without giving anything away... but I couldn’t.

Because I was too shocked. Too thrown off. Too terrified of what this meant.

My lips parted slightly, and before I could stop myself - before I could think it through - the question slipped out.

"How..." My voice trembled despite my effort to control it. "How do you know about the ancient soul?"